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Chapter Fourteen - The Question I fell asleep, cocooned between the bosoms of Grace and Mandy, their faux penises poking me, serving as a constant reminder that I'd submitted to them during our lovemaking. When I awoke, the touch of thick cocks pressing into my body let me know that they were cradling me between them. They slept soundly on either side of me. I grabbed each of their pricks and began to slowly, gently, jack off the protruding end, causing the portion inserted inside each of their pussies to massage them. Eventually, they each began to respond, sighing appreciatively, moaning their pleasure as I hand-fucked each of them out of their dreams. Grace murmured in my ear, "Oh Sissy! You nasty little girl. That feels soooo good baby." I smiled, happy that I was able to give each of them a special wake up call. I continued for a good ten minutes before Grace pulled her cock out of my hand. Suddenly, I could feel her pressing it against my anus, indicating her intention to fuck me. I needed no extra coaxing. I wanted it. Pressing my opening back toward her, I wriggled my ass, helping her slide inside of me. Inch by inch, she drove deeper and deeper, until I could feel her pelvis pressed firmly against my butt. Once inside of me, Grace stopped, satisfied to be filling me with her hard, rubber phallus. Reaching one arm over my chest, she squeezed one of my falsies and massaged me. I marveled at how nice it felt to have her fondle my silicone boobies. A brief thought flickered through my mind at how good it actually might feel if they were real. As we lay quietly, my ass stuffed with cock, Mandy breathed the deep, sensuous sound of peaceful sleep. Grace whispered in my ear, "Do you realize how happy you make me Danni?" I sighed. "I'm glad that I make you happy," I answered. "I like pleasing you." "Mmmmmm. You certainly do." Slowly, she began to move inside of me. Her efforts were welcomed. The thought that was invading my mind - namely - that I was beginning to like being fucked in this way by Grace, disturbed me. When she filled me, I found myself wishing it wouldn't end. I no longer was anxious for it to end. Instead, I was anxious that it would end. What had happened to cause this shift in my reaction to being invaded in this manner? As Grace built up speed, her sexual urgency became more pronounced. She began moaning, no doubt due to the protrusion filling her pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she sighed as she fucked me harder and harder. "You feel so, so, good Sissy," she growled in my ear. She was right. I did "...feel so, so good." Grace removed her hand from my boob and began to gently squeeze my penis as she rocked her cock in and out of me. I sensed a change in her rhythm. She was nearing orgasm. Me too. I wanted it with a quiet desperation. My cream squirted into Grace's hand just as she reached her climax. Simultaneously sated, Grace collapsed against my back, her full breasts pressing firmly against my body. As we lay snuggled closely, Grace moved her hand, covered with my sperm, to my mouth. I didn't even attempt to fight her. Willingly I accepted her spunky fingers between my lips, sucking her slender, slippery digits into my mouth, cleaning my discharge off of them. The room was still and quiet as we lay together in our post-coital state of bliss, Mandy whispering the deep, peaceful breath of sleep beside us. "I love you baby," Grace whispered into my ear, her warm breath sensuously arousing. "So much!" In that moment I felt no regrets about anything I'd let Grace do to me. I loved this woman. And she loved me! Suddenly, I couldn't wait to get Mandy up so we could dress to go shopping for a ring. I rose to get out of bed. "Hey! Where are you going?" Grace responded to my sudden move into action. "To make some coffee. Get Mandy up. She and I have plans today." "You and Mandy!?" she asked, true surprise in her voice. "What about me?" she pouted, clearly disappointed that she wasn't included. Grinning devilishly, I bent down and kissed her. "Sorry baby, but you can't come with us. This is something Mandy and I have to do alone. You'll have to think of something else to occupy yourself with today." I could see that this sudden announcement had thrown her for a loop. Grace wasn't used to being the one who was on the outside of a scheme. Leaving her to wonder what in the world Mandy and I were up to, I swished off to the kitchen to make coffee. As I moved comfortably around Grace's kitchen, preparing the coffee to brew, my mind reflected upon just how quickly my romance with Grace had proceeded. Within less than two months, I'd gone from a single, semi-shy, attorney, who had little luck with women, to this moment where I was preparing to ask for the hand in marriage of, not only the most beautiful woman I'd ever been with, but a woman who any man would be proud to have as a wife. And the things I'd done along the journey with Grace were previously unimaginable. My mind must have been miles away when Mandy slipped up beside me and hugged me from behind. "Boy do you have her worked up in there!" she declared. Mandy. That was another thing. Was it only a few days ago that I was deathly afraid of her finding me out? Then, last night with Grace. Wow! I felt so comfortable with Mandy. Oddly enough, she no longer frightened me in the least. She was someone I felt I could share my most private thoughts. "Really?!" I giggled. "Excellent! It's about time I had the upper hand on her. Do you think she suspects anything?" "I don't think so. I just told her that we had to do something that she couldn't help us do and that I was sure she'd understand later. Still, it's driving her crazy. She can't even decide what to do to fill her time today. I think she'd actually planned to hang with you today since she's been gone all week. So we've really thrown her for a loop." I poured three cups of coffee, adding to Grace's a little cream and sugar. Lifting my cup, I toasted Mandy's, saying, "To a successful mission today!" "A successful mission," she grinned as she touched her cup to mine. "What are you going to wear today?" I asked. "I don't have any clothes here other than what I wore last night. I was thinking of borrowing a pair of Grace's jeans and a t-shirt. Let's just be comfortable today." "Sounds like a plan," I replied. Picking up Grace's coffee, I said, "I think I'll take this to Grace before it gets cold." "I'm going to shower in the guest room," Mandy said. "See you in a few." We each set about getting ready for our momentous shopping excursion. Butterflies were flipping cartwheels in my stomach. Grace was already out of the shower when I entered her bedroom. She was drying her hair with the towel, standing nude before her picture window, gazing out upon the Potomac River. I marveled again that this amazingly beautiful and sexy creature was in love with me, and that before the day was done, I'd be asking her to marry me. Slipping up next to her I placed the coffee cup in her hand, and let my now free hand roam her buttocks. Glancing briefly toward me out of the corner of her eye, she shot me a look of mock anger. "I'm mad at you," she said with just enough of a teasing tone to let me know she wasn't really mad. "I don't like being left out!" Laughing softly I told her not to worry. She had no reason to be concerned - that this was something Mandy and I had decided to do a while ago, and that I'd be sure to make it up to her. "In fact," I said, "I'd like to take you someplace special tonight for dinner. You can even pick the spot." "Wellll," she began. "I'm still mad! But maybe you can make it up to me tonight when we're alone." Then, she turned to me and pulled me close. "Danni," she said. "Thank you for last night. That was really special to me that you opened up to Mandy and me together. I know you worry sometimes about some of the things we've done. But I think you're beginning to see it's fun, and just another way to show each other our love." I smiled inwardly, pleased to hear Grace express her satisfaction with me. "Of course," I whispered. "Now I have to take a shower so Mandy and I can get going." We smooched and I spun to go into the bathroom. I removed the lingerie I'd worn to bed and then stepped into the shower, turning the water on full blast. The warmth of the wet jets felt wonderful. Lingering under the heat I began practicing what I'd say to Grace tonight when I asked her to marry me. And I prayed that Mandy wasn't wrong, and that Grace wouldn't decline. That would be awful. After all I'd done to win her love - to find that she couldn't marry me because I wasn't man enough for her would be devastating. After exiting the shower, I dried off, shaved, and brushed my teeth. By the time I entered the bedroom Grace was already dressed and gone to the other room. Lying on her bed was a pair of jeans, a light blue t-shirt, and a pink nylon thong. I wondered who was responsible for the selection - Grace or Mandy. I had planned to wear my own clothes, but decided it wasn't worth making an issue out of. The only thing iffy were the jeans, as they were clearly a pair of Grace's, but I knew that plenty of men wore tight fitting jeans these days, so I figured I could pull it off. I pulled the thong up my legs and nestled my penis snugly in the pouch. At least with a thong I wouldn't have to worry about someone seeing a panty line in the bottom of the jeans. The jeans did fit snugly too. I had to work my bottom in and then pull the button at the top together to connect them at my waist. The t-shirt fit a bit tight as well, but not so much that it was obviously a woman's fit. Thankfully, I had a pair of my own tennis shoes that I was able to wear and they definitely were a man's style. Walking out of the bedroom, I saw Mandy and Grace on the balcony, sipping coffee and talking animatedly together. Grace's hair hung down her back, still wet. She had on a pair of gym shorts and her new Mile High Club t- shirt. I had a feeling she would wear that proudly for a while. And every time she did, I'd think of her getting gang-banged by her boss and the entire flight crew. And also, most probably, me cleaning their spunk out of her. At least, that's the thought that ran through my mind at the moment. Mandy was wearing a tight, white tank top, and a pair of jean shorts with her heels from the evening before. She looked amazingly hot. The only thing that worried me was that she looked so outrageously hot that people would be checking her ass out wherever we went. Which meant that there was a higher risk that people would notice that I was also wearing tight jeans that could be mistaken for women's jeans. What was I saying? Mistaken? They were women's jeans! Shoot! Now I was going to be worrying all day about people looking at my ass! Crap! How did I keep getting myself into these situations? As I walked out they went quiet and turned to me, smiling as they checked out my outfit. Mandy was first, "Wow! You look great! I hope you don't get all of the attention today." Great! That was not what I needed to hear. "Very nice fit Danni," Grace added. "Turn around," she ordered. Blushing, I spun so Grace could check out my ass. "Yes," she said. "Very nice. You know, I bet you could get by with never buying jeans again." Confused, I looked at her and asked, "Huh?" "You could just wear mine. They fit you great. And you look amazing in them!" Other than the idea that she seemed to consider that we were going to be together for a while, the idea of only wearing women's jeans from now on was not a particularly pleasant thought. I did not mind dressing up for Grace. But I really didn't want to always have to wear some outward sign that she had feminized me. In the end, I let her comment pass and asked Mandy if she was ready. "As ready as I'll ever be," she replied. She gave Grace a hug and an affectionate peck on the cheek. I gave Grace a hug and a kiss and said goodbye. "I'll see you later. Don't forget to make reservations for us somewhere nice," I reminded her. "Okay," she said, a little pout, for effect, on her face. "You two behave yourselves. I'm still mad that I can't come. You're not nice!" she laughed. Mandy and I stepped into the elevator and as soon as the door closed we began roaring hysterically. "She really can't stand being left out, can she!?" I burst out laughing. "No! She's been like that forever," Mandy added. "Even in college. She hated it if she wasn't the first to know about some big party or event. But she's going to be so happy tonight when you give her a ring. I just know she will be." "I hope so. I don't know what I'll do if she says no." Mandy said flatly, "That won't happen. I know Grace. She loves you. You're the person she wants to spend her life with. No other man does for her what you do Danni. I promise you." What Mandy said was part of what concerned me. No other "man" did for Grace what I did for her. That was true. Other "men" could please her sexually the way a "man" should. But not me. Was that going to be enough for Grace? Mandy and I decided that we should be able to find plenty of jewelry stores in Georgetown, so we didn't have to drive anywhere. We first walked up and down a few streets, window-shopping. After an hour or so of checking out the various jewelry stores, we decided on the ones we wanted to focus upon. We entered the first shop we wanted to look in and approached the counter, looking into the cases at the various diamond rings. A woman approached us and asked if she could help. Mandy took charge right away. "We're looking for an engagement ring," she advised. "Oh? Are you two getting married?" Mandy looked perturbed. "Of course not! Would I bring my boyfriend in to help him buy me a ring? I'm just a friend. Danni is looking for a ring for his girlfriend. I'm helping." Then, to lighten things up, she added, "Helping him spend a ton of money on a diamond! She's my best friend!" The two girls began laughing loudly, each enjoying Mandy's joke at my expense. The woman turned to me and asked, "So what are you thinking of?" "Uh, ah, I d, don't know," I stuttered, suddenly nervous. "Th, that's why I br, brought her," I said, referring to Mandy. "What would you suggest?" "Well, we have plenty of beautiful diamonds of various shapes and sizes. I don't think we'll have any trouble finding a diamond to suit your needs. What I meant was, what are you thinking of spending?" "Oh!" I said, suddenly understanding. "I, ah, I don't know. Mandy? Any thoughts?" "Well, you just got that big bonus. You could really go all out and not feel it. If I were you, I'd want to get Grace a ring that would say to her that she is more valuable to you than anything she could imagine." I still didn't understand. I looked to her for guidance. "Twenty?" she said. I knew she didn't mean twenty dollars. I noticed the clerk's eyes grow huge at the mention of twenty. "Thousand?" I asked, seeking clarification. Mandy smiled and nodded. "That would still leave plenty for a fantastic honeymoon." I don't know what I'd been thinking, but it wasn't twenty thousand dollars. But I was trusting Mandy on this. If she thought I needed to spend that much, then that was what I was going to do. I didn't want to leave anything to chance with Grace. I tried to imagine her reaction tonight when I presented her with a ring. I wanted her to be blown away. "Okay then," I said to the clerk. "Let's see what you have." She walked from behind the counter and motioned us to follow her to the back of the store. "Come this way," she said. "We don't keep those diamonds out front." Mandy and I gave each other a quick glance as we were led out of the public portion of the store. The clerk introduced herself as Sally and took us into a very nice sitting room with a coffee table decorated as if it were someone's living room. After seating us, Sally said she was going to retrieve their special diamond display. She asked us if we'd like anything to drink, suggesting wine. I hesitated, but Mandy quickly accepted. "That would be wonderful!" she declared. My head was in a whirl. I don't know what I'd expected, but this level of treatment was not contemplated. I suppose when you mention dropping twenty grand, you get the attention of a merchant. A cute young girl returned with a bottle of cabernet blanc white wine and two glasses. Also on her tray were cheese and crackers. She smiled as she greeted us and opened the bottle, pouring us each a glass. "Enjoy!" she said. "Let me know if you'd like anything else." Mandy laughed and said, "We certainly will! Thank you very much!" She then raised her glass to mine and said, "To Grace!" "To Grace," I responded. We each took a sip of our wine. It was delicious. I had to admit that a little alcohol at this point was probably not a bad thing for me. We finished one glass before Sally returned with a cart that had several cases arranged on the top. "Okey dokey!" she said. "I think I have some diamonds here that will suit your needs Danni. By the way, that's a sweet name. I like it." "Uh, er, th, thanks," I said, not really happy that she'd seen fit to comment upon Grace and Mandy's pet name for me. "The first thing I'd like to do," Sally went on, "is to give you a little education on diamonds. I'm guessing this is your first, and hopefully last engagement ring, so I want to be sure you know what you're getting for your girlfriend. Okay?" "Sure," I replied. Sally began showing various diamonds and explained the many qualities to look for when choosing a diamond. She discussed flaws and facets, weight, etc. It took her quite a while. Mandy asked most of the questions. Meanwhile, we each continued to drink wine. The bottle was nearly finished by the time we got around to talking about which diamond we wanted to select for Grace's ring. I had to acknowledge that before this moment I'd rarely thought much about diamonds. I had never dated anyone long enough for marriage to even enter my thought process. The amount of information Sally imparted was quite impressive - and helpful. By the time we got around to selecting diamonds for Grace's ring, I was beginning to have a good idea of what I wanted. I decided upon a beautiful, two caret traditional cut stone for a center stone, flanked on either side by two one caret, triangle shaped stones. The stones were to be set in a platinum ring. The only question left was size and whether they could make it happen today. Mandy, grinning wickedly, reached into her purse and withdrew a ring, holding it up, "I snuck this out of Grace's jewelry box this morning. I've seen her wear it on her engagement ring finger, so I know it is the correct size." I looked at Sally, "So, can you get it set today?" Sally frowned, as if that might be difficult. "We usually require a little more time. But our jeweler is in today. Let me see if he can do it today." She left Mandy and me alone to go check with her jeweler. We looked at each other, grinning, but also anxious. I really wanted to do this tonight. Mandy took my hand to reassure me. "It's going to work out. Watch." Within a few minutes Sally returned smiling. "You're in luck! Caesar doesn't have anything else urgent today. He's going to get right on it. But it will still be several hours. We close at six p.m. Can you come back then?" I checked my watch. It was only noon. Mandy answered, "No problem! That would be perfect. We'll see you at six." 'Okay. I guess it is decided then,' I thought. We took care of payment details and then Mandy and I wandered back out into the now busy throng of Georgetown tourists and shoppers. Without a doubt, the streets of Georgetown had to be the busiest in the world on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. Turning to Mandy, I said, "So what do we do now? We have lots of time to kill." "I don't know about you, but I'm famished. We completely skipped breakfast this morning. And between you and me, last night used up a lot of energy," she laughed. Her reference to our sexual escapades of the previous evening made me blush. But now that she mentioned it, I was hungry. I'd eaten a few cheese crackers at the jewelry store, but I could eat lunch. "Sounds good to me," I agreed. We walked down to the riverfront and found a nice caf? overlooking the Potomac. The afternoon was beautiful. I noticed men walking by cast looks toward Mandy. She really was a visually exotic woman. I could understand how men would lust for her. It was kind of fun thinking that the men checking her out must have imagined that she was with me. Even guys with girls would furtively take a quick look at Mandy. For her part, she seemed oblivious to the stares. I suppose she was so used to it that she no longer took notice. When our waiter approached our table Mandy immediately ordered us a bottle of white wine. I was feeling pretty intoxicated at this point, but Mandy was the assertive one, so I didn't offer any objection. When he returned, he brought a basket of bread as well, thank goodness. He poured us each a glass of wine and said he'd be back in a minute to take our order. Mandy raised her glass. "This is a day full of toasts! To us!" she laughed. I laughed with her as I raised my glass to hers. "To us!" We each took big gulps of our wine. I looked at Mandy and said, "I really can't thank you enough Mandy. For everything. For today. For last night. But mostly for being someone I can be with who knows about Grace and me and, ah, what we do, and who accepts me nonetheless. It's hard for me sometimes to accept what she wants from me, but I want to make her happy. It helps having a friend who knows, and yet, doesn't judge me badly." She smiled at me as I confessed my confusion. "For you Danni. What Grace does, for you. And it is no problem at all for me. I care for you a great deal. Plus, you have made my best friend very happy. Shoot! I look forward to sharing your lives together almost as much as the two of you probably will." I considered what she said. 'For me?' What Grace did 'for me?' As opposed to, what she expected 'from me?' What did Mandy mean? Mandy was studying me as I considered her words. "Danni - you were always meant for Grace. And likewise, she was always meant for you. No other woman would have discovered the 'you' that you are, as Grace has done. And no one else could give Grace what you give her. Always know that - no matter what else happens. Always know that." Our conversation was interrupted when the waiter reappeared to take our orders. We each ordered huge hamburgers and sides of fries. I was definitely hungry at this point, as was Mandy. I figured we would hang out here for a while to kill some time. And we did. But even with that, we still had a lot of time left to burn. Around two-thirty, Mandy asked how I'd feel about following her around a few dress shops. She was always on the lookout for a new dress. I said that would be fine. I paid the check and we went off in search of some shops for Mandy. Mandy proved to be a very efficient shopper. She would breeze into a shop, me in tow, and quickly scan the racks and decide whether there was anything worthy of her closer attention. She tried on several dresses, asking me to help her decide what looked good and what didn't. In truth, nothing didn't look good on Mandy. Some dresses, however, did look better. She had such beautiful legs that anything short and revealing looked amazing on her. Every now and then, she'd try something on, and I would have a fleeting thought about how it might look on me. Mandy ended up buying three cute dresses during our shopping excursion. We still had about an hour before picking up Grace's ring. As we walked down the main street I received a text message from Grace. "When will you be home? I have reservations at eight. You need to dress up!" I showed it to Mandy. She smiled. "It's going to be a special night Danni. I wish I could be there to see her face." I smiled. "Me too Mandy. I'm so excited. And nervous. I wonder where she picked for a restaurant? I hope she'll think it was a good enough place to be asked to get married." Mandy laughed. "Ha! Knowing Grace, if you told her to pick a nice restaurant for you to take her to dinner, she probably picked the most expensive restaurant in Washington." "You're probably right!" I agreed, laughing. We each knew Grace well. The only difference was that, no matter how well I knew her, I still never quite knew how to predict her until it was too late, whereas Mandy seemed to be able to read her thoughts. I texted Grace back, "We're not quite done yet, but I think I can make eight okay. See you soon." She quickly replied. "K. Love you!" I smiled at her reply. I responded, "U2" Mandy and I continued walking, killing time until we could pick up Grace's ring. I was daydreaming about the evening, thinking of the moment, when Mandy began tugging me on the arm. "Come on Danni," she said, as she pulled me behind her. "Let's go in here." She led me into a shop. It took me a moment or two to get my bearings, but suddenly I realized where I was. It was Grace's lingerie shop, "Satin and Lace." I glanced around and discovered that I was the only male in the shop. Mandy was pulling me toward the back of the shop when I saw the young girl, Gretchen, who'd helped Grace and me when we were last there. She bounced over to us, her pert breasts bobbing inside of her tight, black lace, camisole shirt. "Hi Mandy!" she screeched like they were old sorority sisters. They hugged and smooched. Gretchen looked at me, a funny look in her eyes. Then, they lit up in recognition. "Danni?" she asked. "Is that you?" I must have turned beet red as I realized that today, I was not dressed as a woman, as I'd been during my last visit. So she had to read me backwards, as it were. Not wanting to draw more attention to myself than necessary, I whispered to Gretchen, "Yes, it's me. How are you?" Ever ebullient, Gretchen hugged me too. "I'm amazing! It's so good to see you again! Are you looking for some more items to add to your wardrobe?" Before I could answer, Mandy interrupted. "Actually, we're here to look at wedding lingerie." Gretchen looked surprised. I was stunned. What was Mandy up to? "Really?!" Gretchen exclaimed. "Who's getting married?" Mandy drew Gretchen close, and in a conspiratorial whisper, said, "I'm letting you in on a secret, so you can't act like you know, but Grace is getting married. To Danni! We're here to surprise her by purchasing lingerie for her wedding day." That was when it hit me. This was no accident. Mandy intended to drag me in here. Okay. I could go with this. Buying Grace her lingerie to wear on her wedding day might be kind of fun. Gretchen looked to me for confirmation. "I'm asking her tonight," I confided. Going along with Mandy, I added, "We thought it might be fun to surprise her by purchasing lingerie for our wedding day." Gretchen squealed her delight. "I think that is a fantastic idea! And I'm certain Grace will be pleased. Come on! Let's get started!" she said as she began helping us to comb the racks. As a guy, I think I understood, or at least was aware, that women enjoyed shopping for clothes. What I don't think I thoroughly understood though was how much they enjoyed shopping for the sexy underthings that were, for the most part, hidden from the rest of the world. When you stop to think about it, a lot of effort, and a ton of money, is spent by women buying clothing that is only intended for a select few people in their lives to see. Ever since I'd begun letting Grace dress me in women's clothing, I had opportunities to observe first hand how involved the selection of lingerie is. While I would normally have been very nervous and uncomfortable doing so, having already spent one day with Gretchen shopping for lingerie for myself, albeit while dressed en femme, I didn't feel quite so uncomfortable with Gretchen and Mandy shopping for Grace's wedding day lingerie. In fact, it was quite exciting to think that I was able to hand select the sexy lingerie my bride would be wearing for me on our wedding day. Mandy and Gretchen did most of the selecting. I was simply asked whether I liked a particular item that they thought would be sexy, and that Grace would like. By now I probably shouldn't have been, but I was, nonetheless, a bit amazed at how many different things there were to outfit a woman for her wedding lingerie - panties, garter-belt, basque, stockings, bra, slip and camisole, a nightie and gown for the wedding night. And there were so many options and combinations to choose from. Mandy and Gretchen were scanning the racks like mad-women, trying to find the perfect, and sexiest, wedding day lingerie possible. My mind was a blur as I approved various different selections. We ended up buying several different ensembles. For the wedding day, we bought a white satin and lace padded bustier, adorned with pearls and a lacy skirt, a pretty white bow beneath the bra cups. There were six garter straps on either side. The bustier came with a matching white thong panty. For stockings, we selected a pair of sheer white, silk back-seamed stockings. The stockings were woven with a lace grapevine pattern that enhanced the sexiness of the wearer's legs. We also selected a sheer, gossamer slip that was intended to enhance the sexy bustier to be worn beneath it. For the wedding night, we picked out a short, see-through, net baby-doll, with a matching coverlet, and a pair of sheer ruffled panties. We bought several other similarly revealing and sexy bedtime outfits. We bought a sexy red baby-doll for the second night of the Honeymoon, as a symbol of innocence lost following the first night of the Honeymoon, as if there was any innocence left for Grace to lose. Mandy seemed quite pleased with our little side excursion. By the time Gretchen had everything nicely wrapped, it was time to pick up Grace's ring from the jeweler. We thanked Gretchen for her help and hustled off, arms full of our purchases for the day, excited to see the finished engagement ring. I was getting more nervous by the minute, worrying about Grace's reaction to the proposal I was about to make in a public place. I would be devastated, after all I'd been through, if she turned me down. Mandy told me to stop worrying about it - there was no way that Grace was going to say no. But I couldn't help myself. The ring was magnificent. In all honesty, I'd never seen a more stunningly beautiful engagement ring. Grace would have to be suitably impressed. That much was certain. Sally wrapped it up in a nice little box with a pink bow. We hugged her and thanked her and Caesar for getting it ready so quickly. Mandy and I walked quickly back to Grace's. When we arrived, Mandy said goodbye. Her car was parked on the street in front of Grace's. She gave me a big hug and wished me well. When I again expressed my anxiety, Mandy pulled me close and said, "Listen to me. Grace loves you Danni. She isn't going to say no. Now you just make up your mind to make this the best, most memorable evening ever. Whatever she wants, you do. If you do that, I promise you that when you pop the question at the right moment, there is no way she will decline your proposal. Okay?" I smiled at her encouragement and said, "Okay!" "That's my girl!" she exhorted me and kissed me on the cheek. She then slipped into her car and left me to go get dressed for my date with Grace. I took two deep breaths to collect myself, and walked into the apartment lobby. Walter was working this evening. I was becoming such a regular visitor to Grace's apartment that he welcomed me much as he greeted the tenants of the building. "Good evening Danni," he said. "How are you doing this beautiful day?" "Excellent Walter," I replied truthfully, although slightly uncomfortably, from wondering what he thought of the tight, feminine jeans I was wearing. He walked beside me to the elevator and held the doors open for me as he pressed the button for Grace's floor. "Thank you Walter," I said as the doors began to close. Our eyes caught momentarily. 'Was he just looking at my butt?' I wondered. There seemed to be a slight recognition in his eyes. Did he realize what I was wearing? As soon as the doors closed, and I was alone in the elevator, I shook it off. I wasn't going to let anything mess up the evening. Nothing. When the doors opened, Grace was standing there to greet me, a Cosmo in each hand, hers half consumed. I was stunned to the point that I froze. Grace looked incredible. Had she ever looked hotter? I didn't think so. "Hi baby," she greeted me. "Welcome home," she continued as she offered me a drink. She immediately touched her glass to mine and said, "To a wonderful evening!" She then downed the rest of her martini as I took a full gulp of mine. Wow! It was a potent mix. I wouldn't be able to drink many of those. Grace pulled me close and hugged me, pressing her boobs firmly against my chest. She glanced down and noticed the packages I was carrying, and then gave me a questioning look, as if to ask what I was doing with so many 'Satin and Lace' bags. I smiled at her curiosity. "Gifts," I answered her unspoken question. "For later." "Mmmmm," she growled. "I can't wait. I suppose you need to hurry up, or we'll be late for our reservation. Maybe I can help you?" "Yeah, I better get going. You said you picked me out something to wear tonight?" I asked. "I did," she confirmed. "I hope you like it. I am so excited! I can barely wait to see you how you look. I really don't mind helping you get ready." For her part, Grace, as I mentioned, looked amazing. She wore a very short, very tight, black mini-dress with spaghetti straps. Her breasts were practically pouring out of the top of her dress. She had on a diamond necklace, a diamond tennis bracelet, and dangling diamond earrings. She wore black high heels, at least 4, maybe 5 inches high. She also was wearing black, stay-up stockings, the top adorned with a 3-inch band of lace that showed below her dress hem. Her hair was pulled back tight at the front and piled high upon her head and woven into a bun. She looked serious. And seriously hot. Grace followed me into her bedroom as I went to shower and change. What immediately caught my eye was the clothing that was lying on her bed. I abruptly turned to Grace, but before I could protest what I quickly surmised was her idea of what I was going to wear out to dinner with her, she stopped me. "Please baby? Please don't say no. I really went to a lot of trouble to pick this out today. Please say you'll give it a try." Before I could argue with her, Mandy's words only a few minutes before, rang back in my head. "You just make up your mind to make this the best, most memorable evening ever. Whatever she wants, you do." This was going to be difficult for me. I had fully expected that I was going to propose to Grace tonight. Now, if I was going to do so, I would be doing so while dressed in feminine attire. That's right. The "outfit" Grace had chosen for me was a dress, with a full complement of assorted women's clothing to go with it. "Uh, okay Grace," I agreed without a fight. "Are you sure I won't embarrass you?" I asked, hoping she'd rethink it, and maybe relent. "Embarrass me?" she scoffed. "No way! But if you'll let me help you, I'm confident that I can make sure you look good enough to pass. What do you say?" I only had to think about her offer for a second. I needed to hurry. And if I was going to go out in public wearing a dress, I wanted to look my best. I needed help. "Sure," I told her. "That would be great. Thanks." Grace clapped her hands, and smiled her smile, that I'd come to know so well - she'd just gotten her way with me again. "Goody!" she squeaked. "Go hop in the shower and do a good shave. I'll be waiting to help you dress when you're done. Hurry! Hurry! Our reservation is in an hour and a half. We don't have much time." I smiled ruefully at what I'd allowed myself to get drawn into. Not only was tonight the night I planned to ask Grace to marry me, but it appeared that I was going to do so while dressed as a woman. What an inauspicious beginning to our wedding commitment to each other! Stripping out of the clothes I'd worn shopping with Mandy, I jumped in the shower and lathered up real good. The warm water felt great. I could have stood there forever. Unfortunately, I had to hurry. I shut the water off and applied shave cream to my legs. Having become quite adept at the strokes necessary to shave my legs, I was able to accomplish the task expeditiously. I turned the water back on and rinsed the shave cream off of my legs. I then lathered my face and shaved what little fine hairs remained. Reluctantly, I then shut off the water, stepped out, and dried off. Almost instinctively, I rubbed some of Grace's jasmine scented body lotion on my legs, and then entered her bedroom to finish getting ready. Grace was waiting for me when I walked in. Lying on her bed were my DD breast forms. Grace was holding an aerosol spray can. She told me to lie down on her bed, on my back. When I looked at her quizzically, not understanding what she meant, she impatiently motioned me to hurry up and lie down. "We need to attach these to your chest because you won't be wearing a bra to support them tonight," she explained. "It takes about five minutes for the glue to set. While it's drying I'm going to attach some fingernail extensions on your hands. I've already applied fingernail polish on them, so we won't have to wait for them to dry. Come on Danni!" she rallied me to hurry. "Let's go!" I was suddenly apprehensive about what was happening. I felt a complete loss of control. All day long, and for the first time in a while, as Mandy and I shopped for Grace's engagement ring, I felt like I was in control of the direction of our relationship. I was going to be the man tonight - the man who was going to ask his girlfriend to marry him. Now, Grace was back in control. And she was feminizing me. And I was allowing her to do so. Voicing not even the slightest protest, I lay on my back on top of Grace's bed. She shook the aerosol adhesive and sprayed a wet patch in a sweeping gesture over each of my nipples and an approximately three-inch swatch around them. Next she picked up first one, and then the other, of the two hefty silicone breast forms, alternately spraying the underside of each with adhesive, and then carefully attaching them to my chest. "There," she said. "Now lie still while the glue sets." I watched her working on getting me ready. Her face was serious as she concentrated on her work. Taking each of my hands into hers, she quickly and deftly attached stick-on nails to each of my own nails. It seemed as though the false nails were longer than some she'd applied on me on prior occasions. After a few minutes, she carefully checked each breast form to see if they were firmly attached. They seemed to be. Before she let me up, however, she began applying some flesh colored cream along the upper edges of each breast. Once she'd feathered the cream out, she dusted the cream with flesh colored setting powder. Smiling, Grace assessed her work. "That looks good. No one will ever be able to tell those aren't real." She then added, "But it would sure be better if they were real. Don't you think?" 'What was she saying?' I wondered. No - it wouldn't be better if they were real. Rather than disagreeing with her, though, I said nothing. Directing me to stand, she helped me sit up. The breast forms hung from my chest, sagging much like a real woman's breasts sag when unsupported by a bra. They felt different somehow. More real. Grace led me to her vanity and had me sit down. She went right to work on my face. Her hands were a well-coordinated series of motions as she worked on my eyebrows, then my eyes and eyelashes, and then applied facial coloring. Making me pucker my lips, she outlined them with a lip pencil, and then filled them in with a shiny, wet, bright pink lipstick that matched my fingernail polish perfectly. "Mmm, Mmm, Mmm," she exclaimed. "You are going to look beautiful Danni. Come on. Let's get you dressed. You're going to love the dress I bought you." "You bought me a dress?" I asked. "I'm not wearing one of yours?" "Of course I bought you a dress. It's a Jessica McClintock! You shouldn't always have to wear my clothes Danni," she chastised me for questioning her. She handed me a pink panty girdle with garters attached. "Here. Put this on baby. Tuck your clitty good," she instructed me. 'My clitty?' Damn her! Why did she do that?! I pulled the tight fitting undergarment up my legs, tucked my penis firmly between my thighs, nestling it up tight against my butt crack, and then snugged up the girdle. Grace gave me a gentle shove toward her bed, causing me to sit back down. She then slid black stockings up each of my legs and attached them to the garter straps. She picked the cocktail dress up from the bed and asked, "Do you like? Your first Jessica McClintock!" I told her it was very pretty. And it was. The dress was pink. The top was a pink lace bustier with a square neck, a ruched bodice and empire waist. The pink skirt portion was a short, taffeta, layered ruffle skirt with a white tulle petticoat. The dress was accented with black lace on the mid-riff, with a black ribbon sash and bow. The dress was quite short, a fact that would highlight my black, silk stocking-covered legs. But my first Jessica McClintock? That seemed to presuppose a second. "You are going to look gorgeous in this baby," she assured me. "Gorgeous!" Holding it out for me, I stepped in. Grace pulled the dress up my body, settled my breasts into the bra cups built into the strapless dress, and then tugged the zipper up the back. As the zipper closed, the dress tightened around my upper body, forcing a substantial amount of cleavage to reveal itself. I couldn't take my eyes off of the resulting display. And, I thought, neither would anyone else who saw me tonight. In a word, I was voluptuous. While I admired my image, Grace kneeled down and helped me step into my heels. She'd bought me a pair of pink, paten leather, three-inch heels. I thought, thank goodness for small favors, as I'd come to learn that walking in anything higher than three-inch heels was a demanding task. Then, just as quickly as that thought crossed my mind, I realized that Grace's choice of heels for each of us resulted in her standing a little taller than me. Grace stepped back to examine me. "Almost done. You are going to look smashing Danni!" she declared. She went to her jewelry box and returned with a necklace made of three strands of pearls. When she fastened it around my neck, it fell to just above my accentuated cleavage. Next she attached a pair of clip-on dangling pearl earrings to each of my ears. Finally, she adorned one of my wrists with a two-stranded pearl tennis bracelet, and the other with a pretty gold watch. Turning me to face the mirror, she asked, "So? What do you think?" I wasn't sure what to say. The make-up job was flawless. My face looked pretty, and ultra-feminine. The dress was gorgeous, I had to admit, especially considering the sultry cleavage. But, something was missing. Surely Grace did not intend for me to go out in public without a wig. As things stood at the moment, I would never, not be mistaken for a man. Even worse, a sissified man. I looked at Grace, the unspoken question in my eyes. She looked back at me as if to say, 'What? You don't like?' Instead, she suddenly smiled and said, "Don't worry baby. I have the perfect wig for you to wear tonight. I just wanted you to see what you'd look like without one. Wait. I'll be right back." When she returned, she was carrying a full blonde wig. She nestled it onto my head and attached it with bobby pins. She then brushed it out, highlighting the floppy curl around the base of the wig, which was of medium length and just grazed my bare shoulders. The addition of the wig changed everything. Now, I looked nothing like a man. I was pure woman. The other thing that stood out to me was that, while I looked beautiful and, voluptuously sexy even, I also looked like an innocent girl. In fact, the visage Grace created reminded me of Betty Draper, the January Jones character in the television series, "Mad Men." Guys were going to be staring at me all night. Grace was watching me absorb the look she created. "Not bad, huh?" she asked, smiling. I looked at her and had to smile back. "No. Not bad." Despite my misgivings, I had to admit, I looked amazing. And I liked it. Grace handed me a small, black clutch purse and said, "Then we should go, or else we'll be late." I said, "I'll be right there. I need to get something." Grace said okay and left to ring up the elevator. I went to my shopping bags and retrieved the engagement ring. Opening my purse, I slipped it inside, for later. I smiled as I thought of how incongruous it was going to feel later when I asked Grace to marry me while I was dressed as a sexy, innocent looking woman. As I walked across the floor to meet Grace at the elevator, my high heels clicking on the marble floor, the elevator arrived. We stepped on together to begin our descent toward what would surely be a momentous evening in our lives together. Immediately, I felt apprehensive about exiting into the lobby with Grace. If Walter was still manning the desk, he would have to be able to put two and two together, and realize that I was dressed as a woman. As if reading my mind, Grace asked, "Are you okay Danni?" I turned to her and admitted, "I'm worried about Walter. Surely he'll figure out that I'm me. I mean, that I'm wearing women's clothes. What will he think?" Grace replied soothingly, "You don't need to worry about Walter honey. We hired him for his discretion. He'll never treat you with anything but respect." I looked at Grace, my face filled with the shock of her revelation. "You mean, he knows? But it doesn't matter? Because he'll never say anything to me?" She nodded, "Exactly. So don't fret about it. Okay?" I didn't like her explanation in the least. So, all this time, Walter always knew that Grace was feminizing me. Crap! Still, I realized there was nothing I could do about it. So, instead, I just geared myself up to face the situation. Sure enough, Walter was on duty. As we crossed the lobby together, our heels making a racket, Walter moved to hold the door for us. "Good evening Ms. Andrews," Walter greeted Grace. To me he said, "Good evening ma'am." His greeting was so generic, and spoken with such detachment, that I couldn't really tell if he recognized me for who I really was, or was simply being polite to whomever Grace was with. Grace and I each said good evening in reply as we exited the apartment building. There was a black town car waiting in the circle as we exited. A tall, black man exited the driver's side and came around to open the rear door for us. I looked to Grace, a confused expression on my face. Reading my mind, she explained, "I thought we might have some wine with dinner and didn't want to worry about driving. So you hired a driver," she smiled. I was beginning to wonder who was in charge of our date. I had only asked Grace to make reservations for us. Instead, she had taken care of selecting our wardrobe, and even our transportation. I felt like she was the guy, and I was the girl, on this date. There was nothing to be done about it now though. Here I was, dressed up as a sexy girl, going on a date with a woman I was about to ask to marry me. I reminded myself of Mandy's advice - go along with whatever she wants - just make sure the evening is special. I slipped into the car first and slid across the plush leather seats to the other side. Grace slid in next to, and close to, me. Our driver went around to his door, got in, and asked, "Where to?" Grace replied, "The Hay-Adams Hotel please." She immediately turned to me to gauge my reaction. I was a bit stunned. Seeing the look on my face, she shrugged, and smiled sheepishly, "You told me to make reservations. I've always wanted to eat dinner at their rooftop dining room." Remembering that I was in the presence of a man, in as feminine a voice as I could muster, I giggled and replied, "I'm glad that I paid off my credit cards this week. I've never been there either." "Then this will be a very special occasion," she quipped. "Indeed," I said, thinking, 'You have no idea!' Grace held my hand as we were chauffeured to our destination. When she laid her head upon my shoulder I nearly melted. Just about then, I noticed our driver checking us out in the rear view mirror. I didn't think too much about it though. I figured he'd seen it all in his line of work. When we pulled up in front of the Hay-Adams, doormen quickly converged upon our car, one young man assisting Grace, and another me. They greeted us warmly and cheerfully. "Welcome to the Hay-Adams," they said almost in unison. The young man who helped Grace from the car asked, "Are you lovely ladies meeting gentlemen tonight?" Grace answered him, "No. We have reservations on the rooftop." To our driver she said, "You'll wait for us?" "Yes ma'am," he said. "As you wish." I wondered if he'd gossip and tell the doormen we were together. We were mesmerized as we walked into the main lobby. The grandeur of the decor took our breath away. I'd heard they'd just undergone a major renovation. The architecture was incredible. Grace was oohing and aahing about how beautiful it was. I smiled to see that she was so pleased, even if I didn't personally select the venue. I was happy that she was excited. I wanted the evening to be perfect for her. Another thing that was obvious to me as we walked into the lobby was that heads began to turn - both men, and women. Two sexy and beautiful women, out together without men, wasn't so common that attention wasn't drawn to them. Not to mention, Grace held my hand, a clear indication that we belonged to each other. Or, at least, that I belonged to her. While I felt self-conscious about being in public dressed as I was, and with another woman, Grace seemed unaffected by the attention. In fact, I think she relished it. As we walked, I was conscious of my gait. Having my penis tucked between my thighs, held snuggly against my butt crack by my girdle, caused me to rub it constantly as I walked. That, combined with the way my ass was raised due to my high heels, was causing me to walk with a somewhat exaggerated swish of my rear end. Add to that, the short, flared, flirty skirt of my dress, and I drew a lot of attention. Mix in my utter fear of being discovered to be a man masquerading as a woman, and you can understand why I felt extremely self-conscious. We stepped into the elevator to carry us to the rooftop dining room. Two other couples - men and women - stepped in behind us, laughing and chatting. It was obvious that they were together. Each of the men cast surreptitious glances at my buxom breasts. What was it about men that make them so enamored by a woman's breasts? I also noticed the two girls giving us a 'once-over.' They were very pretty, and dressed up for a nice evening as well. One of them, a cute redhead, spoke to me, "I love your dress. Is it a Jessica McClintock?" I smiled. In a breathy whisper, I replied, "Thank you. Yes. It is." Then, thinking I should return the compliment, I said, "Your dress is very pretty as well." She thanked me. Then her friend asked us if we were going to have dinner on the rooftop. Grace told her we were and that it was our first time there. "Are you meeting anyone," the brunette who was talking to Grace asked. Grace, characteristically frank, replied, "Actually, no. We're together." The brunette seemed to understand what Grace was saying. "Oh," she said, seeming somewhat embarrassed for being too nosy. After that, the elevator grew uncomfortably quiet. When we reached the top, and exited the elevator, they said goodnight and wished us a pleasant evening. We returned a similar sentiment and approached the ma?tre d'. He greeted us pleasantly. "Good evening ladies. Do you have reservations?" "Yes," Grace advised. "Andrews. For two." 'Andrews?' She even made my reservation in her name. He scanned his list. "Ah! Yes!" he announced. "Your table will be ready in about fifteen minutes. Would you like to get something from the bar ladies?" Grace said that would be wonderful and so he escorted us to a small stand- to table near a window. A waitress promptly approached us to take our drink orders. Grace ordered her usual, a Cosmo, while I had a glass of chardonnay. When our drinks arrived, I quickly raised my glass to make a toast. I wanted to seize back some control over our date. I was, after all, the one who asked Grace out. "To you Grace," I began. "In a short time you have made an amazing impact upon my life. I could never have imagined myself with anyone as beautiful and lovely as you are. I love you. And I always will." She smiled as she listened to my toast. "That is so sweet Danni. I suppose I can drink to that. I love you too baby," she added. We gently clinked our glasses, and each took a sip. Grace looked around the bar at the many couples. She said, "You know Danni? There isn't a woman in this room who wouldn't be thrilled to be as pretty as you are. Do you realize that?" I think I probably blushed. I really didn't know quite how to react to her statement. What was weird was that I think I was actually pleased to hear that I compared favorably to other women. But I wasn't a woman. As much as I loved Grace, and as much as I wanted to please her, this aspect of our relationship was tricky for me. I simultaneously liked it, and felt uncomfortable about it. It was hard to explain. "Do you really think so?" I asked. Grace smiled sweetly. "Danni? Are you so unaware of how people - men and women - look at you when you're dressed as a woman?" I was afraid to admit it to her, but I was aware. I shook my head no. "Well, pay attention," she said. "You are a head-turner." I blushed at her compliment. We sat quietly for a few minutes, watching the other couples enjoying the evening at the opulent dining facility. Momentarily, a waiter approached us to let us know that our table was ready. We carried our drinks with us as we were escorted across the dining area. Tuned in to Grace's statement that I was a 'head-turner,' I was more aware of the accuracy of her observation. People were turning their heads as we walked past. Of course, I couldn't be certain whether that was because of Grace, me, or the two of us together. In any event, people were most definitely watching us. The waiter sat us at a table for two that overlooked Lafayette Park. From there, we looked right at the White House and the Washington Monument. The view could not have been more magnificent. Butterflies began to stir anew within my stomach as I considered what I was about to do. Our table was somewhat removed, and private, from the other diners. I was happy about that. Worrying about concealing my male voice as I talked to Grace would not be as much of an issue. Our waiter ran over the various specials on the menu. Everything sounded wonderful. Grace settled upon a salad, she-crab soup, and broiled Maryland-style crab cakes. I ordered a Caesar salad, Manhattan clam chowder, and a tuna filet. We ordered a bottle of Chardonnay to go with our dinner. We finished our drinks from the bar by the time the wine arrived, and then sipped on our wine as we quietly enjoyed the view. The evening was perfect. Not too hot. Not too cool. I was thankful for that, given the scant dress that I wore. Grace never let on that she thought the evening was anything more than a special evening out. Meanwhile, I struggled as I kept trying to work out in my mind how I was going to broach the subject, when the time arrived. Thus, we engaged in small talk throughout dinner, and until we ordered a dessert to share - pecan pie a la mode. Still having failed to get up the courage to pop the question, I suggested after dinner drinks. As we slowly enjoyed the warm brandy we'd chosen, Grace said, "A penny for your thoughts?" "My thoughts have a little bit bigger price tag than that," I smiled, happy with the opening Grace had just provided. "Really!?" she replied. "Now you really have piqued my curiosity." "Do you remember my toast at the bar?" I asked her. "Earlier?" "Mmm hm," she nodded. "I meant it. What you have done to my life is beyond words. I never want to be without you Grace." "That's sweet," she replied. "I think you're special as well baby." I struggled for the next words. Then, opening my purse, I withdrew the box containing the engagement ring. Grace's eyes locked onto the box, a sense of understanding about what was about to happen suddenly hitting her. As I opened the box, I said, "Grace Andrews, would you do me the honor of agreeing to be my wife?" The expression on her face was interesting. It wasn't shock, or even surprise. But it wasn't as if she expected the question either. On the other hand, she didn't immediately say yes. She lifted her hand to her lips as she looked, alternately between my eyes and the diamond ring in the box. I began to worry that she was about to decline. And who could blame her? Here I was, a man dressed like woman asking her to be my wife. Doubts began pinging around in my brain. How foolish could I have been? Thinking a woman like Grace would want to spend her life with a femmy guy like me, when she could have any virile, strong man she chose. I was fine to play kinky sex games with. But marriage was an entirely different matter. Time came to a standstill while I waited for Grace to turn my proposal down. "Danni," she began. "I'm sorry to seem hesitant. It's just that I don't know what to say. I, I never thought I'd ever find a man like you - someone who could love me and accept me as I am - someone who would give their self to me as completely as you have. And I didn't see this coming." I started to speak - to apologize for being so presumptuous. Grace silenced me with a soft touch of her finger to my lips. "No. Wait. I'm not through," she said. "What I'm trying to say Danni is that I absolutely want to spend the rest of my life with you. Yes! I will marry you Danni! Yes!" she smiled lovingly. I was so geared up to accept her rejection that I didn't immediately decipher her response. Then it hit me. "You will?!" I repeated. "Of course!" she affirmed. Then, in what should have been one of my more embarrassing moments, I began to cry. Yeah. Like a girl. Grace began soothing me. "There, there honey," she assured me sweetly. "It's okay to cry. I'm happy too," she said as she took my hand in hers. "Come on now," she said excitedly. "Put it on my finger!" Still sobbing, but gaining some control, and grinning from ear to ear, I removed the ring from its box, took her hand in mine and began sliding the ring - a perfect fit - onto Grace's slender finger. Just as I was doing so, our waiter walked up. He obviously didn't know what to make of what he was witnessing - a woman placing a ring on the finger of another woman. "Excuse me ladies," he coughed embarrassedly. "I was only checking to see if I could get you anything else." Grace spoke up. The ring was on her finger. She held it up for the waiter to see. "We're getting married," she announced without the slightest hint of embarrassment. The waiter was speechless. Two women getting married? Me? I was mortified! I could see by the reaction from neighboring tables that other restaurant patrons heard Grace. Even nowadays, with Gay rights being what it is, the idea of two beautiful women - lesbians - getting married, was not something you saw or heard about everyday. Stammering, he said, "W, we, well, congratulations!" "Thank you!" Grace said. "We're very happy." Then she asked me, "Honey? Should we get the check then?" Trying to hold it together, I replied, "Yes. Please. Bring us the check." The waiter, clearly relieved to be excused from further uncomfortableness, retreated to get our check. Meanwhile, many of the people who had burned holes in Grace and me when we walked in, continued to steal glances at us - the two hot women who had just gotten engaged. Grace was smiling her devilish grin. "Are you okay Danni?" she asked. I wanted to be mad, but I was so happy that she'd said yes, that I couldn't bring myself to be cross. "No. It's okay. You just really never cease to amaze me," I told her. "You may as well get used to it," she whispered. "Seeing how you just proposed and all. Because I'm not giving the ring back," she laughed. The situation was pretty funny, so I had a good laugh too. Just then the waiter brought the check. He glanced first at Grace, and she shook her head, nodding at me. So he placed the check before me and said he'd return in a few minutes. I glanced at the check. It was higher than I thought it was going to be. I pulled my wallet out of my purse and realized that I was about fifty dollars short on cash. Grace was watching me. I looked up and asked, "Uh, I'm sorry, but I seem to be a little short on cash. Do you have any money I could borrow to pay the check?" "No," she replied. Smiling, she added, "I thought dinner was your treat. I didn't even bring my wallet. Don't you have a credit card?" I couldn't believe this. I didn't have enough cash to pay the bill. "Yes. I do. B, but it has my name on it," I tried to explain. "Duh, silly!" she came back, as if I was some kind of moron. "I should hope so," she added, as though she didn't get my drift. "No," I whispered back. "It has 'Daniel Thompson' on it. A guy's name!" Grace seemed unconcerned. "Oh honey! Don't worry about it. They never even look at those things. Just give it to him as if it is no big deal. He'll run it, you'll sign it, and that will be it. Just give him a big tip and he'll never say anything. I sighed in resignation. What choice did I have? I pulled a credit card from my wallet and placed it in the check portfolio. Swooping in efficiently, our waiter said, "Thank you. I'll be right back." I smiled at Grace. It looked like she was going to be right again. "I love you," I told her. She smiled. "I love you too. I can't wait for you to fuck me tonight," she added off-handedly. My penis twitched involuntarily between my thighs. She really knew how to push my buttons. Just then our waiter returned with the bill. He bent over to me, as if to be discreet. "Ma'am?" he whispered. "Could there be a mistake? You seem to have, ah, given me someone else's credit card," he said holding my card in front of me to read. I glanced toward Grace. She was watching me intently, interested in how I'd handle the situation. I knew that I had to do something. The only thing that could make matters worse would be not being able to pay the bill. Then there would be a scene. Maybe even the police. As calmly as I could, I retrieved my wa